Angelique

by Will Wanton

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Foot Fetish, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Two students with a long time but secret interest in each other, finally discover what they've been missing for such a long time: each other's feelings for each other, as well as their shared preference for perverted, fetishistic sex.



This story explains how the sexual adventures of Tony and Angelique started. It is the first time they had sex with each other, and right away it becomes clear they share a preference for perverted, fetishistic sex.

The time in the story is the early 90s, when shaven cunts were not yet the trend. Angelique would never shave her pussy, when she found out her fuck buddy (and at a later time, husband) loved thickly haired pussies.

The character Angelique is based on a real-life woman with the same first name, although her surname and everything happening in the story is fictional.

This is an American-English translation of the very first (Dutch) story I wrote sometime during the 1990s. In retrospect I would have probably written some things differently or omitted them. But for a first effort I wasn't dissatisfied with it.


I'm Tony Karelse, 20 years old and an economy student at Marnix College in Arnhem, Holland. I was one of those students sleepwalking his way through his education, paying attention to everything except his schoolwork.

Each day posed a new challenge: how to get through the day without falling into total apathy.

Sometimes things happened, or were being done during the course of a semester that made the time more fun to get through, that gave you things to occupy your mind.

For one it may have been practical jokes, another skipped class to have extra long breaks.

With me it was two things.

I often skipped class to play table-football (foosball).

The rest of my day was occupied by thinking about - or basically worshipping in my mind - a girl whom I had an extreme crush for.

Her name is Angelique Arts and she was as old as I am which is 20 years old. She was about 5'7" tall, had long silky brown hair and brown eyes.

The reason I was so interested in her, was because Angelique would often look for eye contact and would let it be known she was interested in me. The thought of such an incredibly good looking, and popular, girl being interested in me made my heart beat faster. Nevertheless I thought she was merely being flirtatious, and didn't really want anything more but to wrap me around her little finger, just for fun. The eye contact, the attracting of attention and flirting lasted for a long time, without specific results. I seemed more like a sort of hidden game between us than anything else, although from my part it was incredible shyness. The mere thought of being involved with this girl had the effect of virtually turning me into a puddle.

Until one day.

Two years later we ended up being in the same class. Despite this fact we didn't have any real contact. She had her circle of friends, I had mine. And although we were now in the same class, the secret, silent form of our contact continued.

But on one morning in May, not long before the end of the school year, she and I ended up being the first ones of our class to arrive at school.

I was sitting in the smoking space of the cafeteria, although I didn't smoke. Outside of myself there was nobody else in the cafeteria. At a certain point I saw Angelique walking in and noticing me being the first and only there, she sat across from me.

"Don't you just hate starting school this early?" she said (it was 7:40 am).

"Absolutely. That rooster out there just stopped crowing," I responded dryly, joking but too nervous to let her know it was intended to be. She did giggle anyway.

"And then we'll get Kruyswijk, Vredenhoef and Merckx (teachers) in a row for the first five hours. It's enough to level a horse," I continued, feeling a bit more confident.

Angelique giggled again. I felt I was on my way of conquering her. Well, that was the thought going through my head at the time anyway.

"Yeah, before I can pay attention in class I really need to wake up first. My mind will probably drift off the way it is now," she said and I agreed with her.

"Oh, what the fuck do I care? I'm going home and come back in a few hours; I only have a few minutes to walk home anyway.

"Yeah, you have it easy that way. Me, I have to take the bus and it'll take half an hour," I responded. "So going home is basically useless for me, unless I'd stay home."

"Well, then why not come with me, or do you want to stay here?" she asked spontaneously.

I didn't know what I was hearing. The girl I have had a crush on for years was inviting me to go with her to her place.

"Do you have coffee?" I asked, trying to seem a little less eager.

"Coffee, tea, milk, I have it all," she said enticingly. We got up and walked out of the building.

We noticed a classmate coming around the street corner and to avoid talk, we quickly went across the street and took a path along a small lake. This was a detour that would only take an extra 2 minutes. While we were on our way to her apartment, we made small talk. We ultimately arrived at her apartment and she opened the door.

"Sit down," she said as she went to the kitchen through the living room.

She had a nice apartment, decorated nicely, something I felt you could leave to women without worry. I inhaled the scent in the room, realizing every second that I was in the living room of the girl I had the hots for for years. I imagined her doing all kinds of things in this room; everyday things. And here I was, in that very same room.

Angelique was making coffee in the kitchen, and before it was ready she came and sat next to me on the couch for a few minutes to talk.

I asked her if she lived here alone, since it seemed unlikely to me that she would have enough money to pay for the rent alone, with her still being in school.

She told me she was living with a boy she had a relationship with until recently. They had ended the relationship but were still living together, in friendship. At least until she made enough money on her own to find her own place.

He was usually working anyway, owning his own painting company. And when he wasn't working, he was usually spending time with his new girlfriend.

The coffee was ready!

Angelique walked to the kitchen and I watched her as she did. She was wearing jeans and a light blue sweater. Furthermore she was wearing black pumps with a gold colored rectangular buckle on top of the instep. I noticed she was also wearing flesh colored nylon stockings. She looked delicious to me in every fiber of her being.

"Milk and sugar?" she asked and looked back, seeing in a flash that I was ogling her well shaped body.

"Yes, please. Two spoons," I said hoping she wouldn't mention noticing me look. With a grin Angelique walked into the kitchen, out of sight.

"So what have you been doing with your girlfriend this past weekend?" she asked from the kitchen.

My heart was starting to beat faster. Why would she ask that?

"I mean, have you gone out, like dancing or to a movie?" she asked immediately. Apparently she herself was a bit surprised by how her question had come out.

"Not much. To be honest I haven't seen her the last 20 years," I tried clarifying that I'd never had a girlfriend up to then.

"Well, if you haven't seen her in 20 years, I don't think she is coming back any time soon," she joked.

She came from the kitchen with two cups of coffee in her hands and a light, mischievous smile on her face. She put the cups on the table, and sat down next to me.

"So she won't mind you checking out other chicks," she hinted at me staring at her a minute earlier. My heart was pounding in my chest.

"I don't mind you looking at me, Tony. I actually like it, so you don't have to worry me turning you in for sexual harassment or something like that; that's for sanctimonious frigid twats with dry cunts."

You could cut the silence with a knife. She meant the last remark as merely a joke of sorts, but I was happily surprised by the word "cunts" coming out of her mouth.

She looked at me as she sat next to me with a cup of coffee in her hands. I looked at my coffee, having a hard time making direct, silent eye contact with someone I have yet to feel comfortable with.

Suddenly she said: "So I'm sitting right next to a real virgin."

"Yessirrey, so you'd better watch it, I might lose control and start groping you," I tried breaking the tension, and realizing immediately that was I said was hardly sufficient in doing so. Angelique, on her part, was determined.

I had a hard time swallowing. I knew where this was probably heading. My first time, and with someone I had a stainless steel crush on.

"How about this weather, huh?" I said trying to distract and only sounding stupid.

"I don't care if it's pouring. We were talking about something else. Don't tell me you don't want me; I've caught you staring at me for years now.

You may be nervous and shy, but I'm sure you had no such problems in your dreams and fantasies when you were doing it with me."

"I guess not," I admitted.

"I knew it," the lovely brunette whispered, "and who knows what kind of things you've been doing with me in your fantasies. And you weren't nervous then either, were you? You were shameless then, weren't you? So now you know I can make your fantasies come true, and that I want to do so. So there is no reason for you to feel shy now."

"But this is different. When those fantasies were done, I could go on knowing that I was the only one knowing about them. I was in control of the whole situation.

It would be different in real life," I explained.

"Then we'll be in control together," Angelique responded. "You can share it with me; you can trust me with that. We'll share a nice time; nobody has to know; nobody has seen us leave the school building together, and even if they did who cares? I have no reason to hide anything, including having done anything with you. I would never be ashamed admitting having had sex with you. We can let go completely and nobody knows, except you and me.

Think about it; I have to share control with you too. For all you know I may have something to lose myself. I know you as well as you know me."

"You have to trust me," she said and started stroking my upper leg, upward, after which she kissed my cheek.

She had wet lips. I bent my head towards her a bit and kissed her on the lips. She had the softest, wet lips and the pressure of our lips against each other released more wetness.

Less and less restraint held me captive. My hand slid over the curves behind her sweater, where her as of yet hidden nipples betrayed her arousal. Angelique and I necked passionately and her tongue forced its way into my mouth, as her hand was now rubbing over my crotch. She too now had to feel my arousal.

Her hot breath coursed into my mouth, and I felt her velvet tongue slid over and across mine.

"That's it," she confirmed, after which she pressed her open mouth over mine.

Our caressing tongues made me feel hotter with every second. As Angelique did, my hand was not sliding up and down over her crotch.

She was noticeably getting hornier, as I could gather from the motion she was making with her loins against my hand. Meanwhile my pants felt more and more constrictive.

Together we kept necking and frenching. Her wet lips slid across mine, her saliva mixed with mine, and her tongue was invasive; everywhere.

"Shouldn't we finish our coffee" she asked, curious at my eagerness for our current activities.

"Fuck the coffee" I said and Angelique grinned. She had me where she wanted me.

"Fuck ME!" she replied.

"Your wish is my command," I replied myself.

I lifted her up in my arms and carried her to her bedrooms at her directions. Having arrived there, I threw her onto the bed. She must have had some hot nights in this room.

When she landed on the bed she bounced up and down about three times. I kicked off my shoes and kicked them into the corner.

Angelique leaned back on the bed on her elbows. I took her black pumps off and my mouth watered as I looked at her beautiful feet. My preference for feet was a fetishistic perversion I had acquired during my teenage years during masturbation sessions. Exactly how, and at what point it started I still don't know.

Looking at Angelique's feet I saw two beautifully shaped feet packaged in flesh colored nylon knee stockings, the seam running over the underside of her toes. And what toes they were.

As if made by God. Her big toes were long and wide. Full and round. My mouth watered at the thought of nibbling on those feet.

I held her feet up, pushed my face against her soles and inhaled the scent of clean nylon. I then proceeded to passionately drag the flat of my tongue along the full length of her nylon clad soles, from her heels to the tops of her toes.

Angelique had a delicious smile on her face and as she moaned and giggled simultaneously, she lay back onto the bed. It was at this point that I could see the real size and shape of her tits. I looked back at her feet and noticed her curling her toes inward again and again. The sight of this made me shiver. I pressed the soles of her feet against my crotch and used my fingers to rub over hers. Despite still wearing her jeans, I could feel the warmth of her lap and the thought of a moist, thickly haired, open vagina was flashing through my head.

I pulled open her zipper and saw parts of her white, cotton panties, and pulled her pants from her ass, down her legs and off.

I again rubbed my fingertips over her crotch and felt not only the warmth but also that she was soaking wet. My middle finger casually slid down her crotch, and I felt the crease of her cunt behind the material of her panties. I then slid my fingers down along her legs.

She had beautiful tanned legs. Nicely shaped upper legs.

I took in the sight of her legs before me, from her tanned thighs, her knees, and underneath those, the bands of her knee high nylons. My cock erected and rose as I started massaging her feet. Angelique was starting to breathe faster, and I wondered if anybody had ever given her feet this much attention. The thought of opening up an untapped reserve of foot fetish within her was great to me.

This gorgeous, having a crush on her, her being interested this much in me, and all this coupled with mutual interest in sexual fetishes and perversions? It would be a dream come true, and I'd probably never really believe it.

Onto the fruity dish. I wanted to see her peach and pulled her panties down her legs. My instinct hadn't betrayed me. I saw a delicious looking, red slit, framed by the dark flaps that were her inner labia, thick outer labia, and surrounded by a dark brown, thickly haired bush of pubic hair. Her bush was covering her whole crotch and looked like a dark triangle. On the other end her pubic hair ran into the crack of her ass, undoubtedly up to and possibly surrounding her asshole.

Looking at it, I wanted to lick this fuckhole clean, eat it out, suck it dry, but decided to wait until she was so hot that the juices would run out by themselves.

I zipped open my pants, pulled them off, and then proceeded to take my jockeys off as well. All I was wearing now were my socks and sweater.

Angelique had lust in her eyes as she ogled my left-to-right bouncing, semi-erect cock. She then told me to lie back on the bed.

She pulled her sweater off over her head and then she undid her bra. She had beautifully shaped, medium sized tits with lovely, big nipples, erect from excitement. She bent forward and to my astonishment I saw her drag her tongue, very slowly, over the soles of my feet from heel to toes, while I was still wearing my socks.

Swiftly she removed my socks and repeated this. Wild with lust she started sucking my big toes. Did she happen to have the exact same fetishist tendencies I did? It seemed like it, because her mouth was ravenous on my toes. Her wet lips were wrapped tightly around my toes and I felt her warm saliva slid over them. She groaned as she did this, and I could feel the tremor of her voice on my toes as they were in her mouth.

Meanwhile she used her fingertips to caress underside of my dick, over my ball sack, and then in between my ass cheeks. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when she pried a finger deeply between my buttocks and started massaging my anus with a fingertip.

'What a great feeling to have a girl's finger playing with your asshole, ' I thought to myself.

After a while she stopped messing around with my asshole and lay on top of me in reverse position, with most people commonly known as the 60 position. As I felt her breasts press into my stomach, I looked straight into her hungry and hotly fragrant red trench right above my face. I quivered with lust as I inhaled the hot, horny scent coming from her pleasure cave. I couldn't wait any longer and dragged the flat of my tongue through her hot slit. The sticky, salty juices tasted deliciously and I then opted to stuff as much of my tongue into her cunt as I could.

I licked through her crease, lapping out the warm syrup. The brown pubic hair tickled my nose, and her juice ran along my cheeks and chin. I forced the lower portion of my face in between her fat outer labia and sucked on her sodden valley, as Angelique pushed her pussy back into me.

Meanwhile she was wetting my hole scrotum with her tongue, and sucked my cock wildly, moaning and twisting her head. Her head then started bobbing wildly and her long brown hair whipped after it. Her warm, wet lips were wrapped tightly around my pole and her tongue slid all over it inside her mouth. I felt her warm fingers around my rod which she jerked as she sucked it at the same time. This continued for minutes, and she had a trick she did on certain moments to stop me from shooting my load.

As I licked and sucked Angelique's vagina clean, my nose accidentally touched her anus. In the state of arousal I was in at that moment I didn't let anything stop me. The idea popping into my head seemed really perverse to me at the time, but as I mentioned, no taboo or perversion was stopping me then, and I had long passed any shame I had felt. I just wanted to devour this girl from head to toe.

So I pulled open her ample butt cheeks as she was blowing me fast and deep, her spit running down my balls and into the crack of my ass. Wildly I slid my tongue upward through her humid, odorous ass crack, until I reached her pulsating, brown asshole. With all the force I could muster I then shoved my tongue up her ass. As she slobbered all over my cock, and the juice ran from her cunt down my neck, I tasted and enjoyed her shithole. I ate her butthole and screwed my tongue into it.

I then pushed a finger slowly into her anus, making Angelique yelp. I fucked it in and out and felt her sphincter milk it. Narrow and extremely hot, her ass pipe clenched my finger.

I pulled my finger out and started licking it like an ice cream. The musty anal scent and slightly bitter taste aroused me to no end.

Suddenly she stuck a finger in MY anus, making a jolt of pain course through my ass for a short period. I felt her finger slid deeper into my hole and Angelique giggled.

"That should teach you to stick your finger up my butt without lubrication. Now you know what it feels like."

And as she proceeded to finger my asshole slowly, she returned to slurping on my prick.

My dick shined in the light from the excess spit, when she lowered her face deeper and started licking into the crack of my ass. I felt her deliciously soft and wet tongue slither over my brown star and then how she tried fucking it with her tongue. Her head increased speed in its bobbing and bit by bit she penetrated deeper into my ass cave as groans came from the pit of her throat.

At some point I could feel a drop of saliva run down the crack of my ass. She stopped mouthing my anus and returned to sucking my dick like a goddess. Her head swiftly went up and down on my crotch and the tight lips around my shaft felt like velvet as they slid up and down my prick with great suction, and her tongue tickled my pisshole inside her mouth.

I again buried my face in her juicy, warm snatch as she deliberately drooled excessively over my cock. Meanwhile we massaged each other's assholes, and now and then slid a finger inside. Finally she turned around and closed an open mouth around mine, forcing most of her tongue inside and playing wildly with mine. I could taste my own ass on her tongue and she could taste hers on mine. We frenched wild and fast, passing to each other the taste of our assholes.

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